*this is insane...my foot taps out a drumming beat on the floor of the car, scuffing the worn mat with it's sticky spilt soda spots and the crumpled boxes of donuts tucked away under the front seat. Why the fuck am I taking this shit? Never before had I let it get this far, I'd busted my ass out of dozens of these things, never once actually letting myself get transported to the station...but now... V was in one of these cars, lost in the line of vehicular cages and I wanted to be where he was, 'cause I have a suspicion Butch is not going to go easy on him. Something had snapped in the cop and he was directing all those jagged broken pieces at my male...Not. Good. Vishous would kill him in a heartbeat with just the slightest provocation now and I cant do a damn thing to derail him if I'm not there. So I wait, head kicked back against the seat, ponytail long since released to cascade midnight waves into a shroud of semi-protection...concealing taut curves and dagger edges...my eyes trained on the ceiling, avoiding the leering gaze of the one male officer taking up the drivers seat with his bulbous form, noting the miles that go by in a rush of city chatter seeping through the cracked window...jerked, eased, call it what you will, being popped from the car as it drove in to park was far from pleasant, the cuffs tightened, biting into skin and drawing a low snarled hiss from my lips* Yeah...fucking tighten them, asshole, you're just turning me on...*poor little officer, new, young, already waiting at the doors to the station, dropped my wrists so fast I could have been a cobra, his eyes flaring blue shock, face beetroot in a second, stammering under the weight of my glare, my lip curled into the vicious snarl that would keep him at a distance* You dont fucking touch me...<<Ease up, Miss, he wont touch you again. I'll take you from here.>>*And she did. Female hand slipped around my elbow to guide, she may not have been all that feminine, but the human cop was quick, professional, taking me through the motions as half my brain focussed on creeping into minds and putting my total recorded presence into a full on delete. Not my best skill. I'm not all that good at wiping, I have to really think about it and getting people to make your records disappear is a lot harder than you'd think..but deets, mug-shots, non existent fingerprints...all gone by the time the faint strains of a growl peeters through the air to caress my ears with the sounds of possession...V...he's close...hair whipping a crack that snaps my head around, seeing only the corner of an off white wall before I'm led down an out-dated, lino-floored hallway in a struggle of arching, wriggling female limbs, banded in she-male arms and hauled off, my ass slammed into the holding pen with all the other creatures of the night. Hookers dressed up in strips of material masquerading as clothing, dead faces, makeup smeared, lipstick bleeding out around thin lips and the caked, pastry-flaking dullness of the addicts, stringy hair, pitted, sunken eyes, clawing their arms in an attempt to rid themselves of bugs that weren’t there...rocking in the corners like weebles, they wobble but they don’t fucking fall down...until their pimps, or dealers, or a dirty needle ends the pathetic excuses for lives...surviving, existing, but never truly living...I am in a cage of shadows, death hovering with greedy fingers waiting for fate to take its pick of street scum...pity a leaden presence in my gut, my ass meets cold bench and I shut out every detail of this cell, these walls, the humans eyeing me with a mixture of resentment, interest and pure, cold hatred...females...my eyes roll...the bitchiest creatures alive when their vanity is threatened...propping my chin in my hands, foot tapping, hair closing me behind a black curtained wall of silk, the low spoken <<Tory?>> is nearly lost to a chatter of whining insults...fuck, if Vishous doesn’t get me out soon, I'll be killing the bitches...*
{Elbows braced on split knees, staring up at the steel-barred, rectangular patch of sky, watching it change subtly as the night wore on with still no sign of the cop. It dawned on me then that I was gambling, not just my own fate, but Tory’s too, on the conviction that this human cop, Detective Butch O'Fucking Neal wanted to finish what we'd started.. hands scrubbed roughly up my face, fingers raking into thick black hair in fists ..how the fuck did I get myself into this sitch? The hours dragged by and the cop was a big no-fucking show...doubt creeping through the bars of the holding cell, a steel cage.. impossible to dematerialize out of. Too much fucking time to mull over where they were keeping Tory and hoping to hell it was a windowless cell, somewhere safe from the fireball of death that would be popping over the horizon, any fucking minute now. I'd been given my phonecall, for all the damn good it did, dumping straight to voicemail at the Brotherhood mansion..fuckers would all be asleep in their beds by now, cozying up with their shellans..while mine was rotting in a human prison cell? Fuck that, true..the decision to take matters into my own hands already taken as I draw up to full, foreboding warrior height, face pressed between the rungs of cold steel, a harsh, high pitched whistle escaping my teeth to catch the attention of the nearest guard..all I needed was eye-contact and a little mind-crawling, psychic manipulation to convince the officer that unlocking the cell right now was a real smart move..his movements robotic, gaze fixed on the hypnotic diamond glow of darkly dilated pupils, hand reaching for the bunch of keys attached to the gun belt at his hips, metal sliding inside the lock, the mechanism turning...this was going to be a fucking massacre..no way I could manipulate and wipe every human mind in this place, I was good, but not that fucking good.. no way I could leave this kind of messy evidence in my wake, but fuck it, if I had to take down the entire Caldwell police department to get Tory out of here alive..then so be fucking it, true. And what do you know, the cop picks this exact moment to pitch up, that scent of Scotch and Italian cologne hitting me right before I spot the MOFO..long strides eating up the stretch of linoleum corridor, anger bleeding out of every pore in the male's body...fucking perfect..a hard smile on my lips as I allow myself to be cuffed again and shoved out of the cell, lead down a maze of corridors to an interrogation room somewhere in the basement of the old building..talk about a lucky fucking break..not a single window in the room, not a crack of outside light..cocksucker might have saved my ass without even knowing it.. suppressing a laugh.. shrew diamond eyes scanning the perimeter of the ceiling, fritzing out the security cameras to eliminate any unnecessary witnesses to the carnage that was about to go down here. And I know the cop is right on board with the plan when he pulls rank to dismiss the wet behind the ears, uniformed security, neither of us bothering with the formalities of sitting, the tension in the air so thick, you cut cut through it with a blade..if you had a blade, true..tongue curling over twin razor fangs in a tight-lipped smile as the cop gets in with the interrogation} <<What's your name?>> Name's Vishous..you got a hearing problem, asshole? {throwing the cop's insult to Tory right back in his face with a snarl} my female told you my name, true <<Try again, dickhead. I want your real name, not some 'Ludacris' gangster bull-shit>> {Leaning forward, leading with my head, staring down at the cop, nostrils flaring, thinking how much I am going to enjoy ripping that thick throat open with my teeth, lips curling back off a grotesque set of dagger fangs on a hiss} Vishous Bloodletter, Cop, by name and fucking nature, feel me? {Credit to the cocky SOB, the cop fronts well, despite the fact he's bleeding terror out every pore in his skin as he checks out the huge canines} <<Quite a set of hardware you got there>> Yeah? {leaning in close so my breath is a hot rush in the guy's face, cracking my goatee'd jaw} Quite a left hook you got, for a human, cocksucker {The cop squares off his shoulders} <<You kiss your mother with that mouth, asshole?>> {fuck..almost laughing at the image of anyone kissing the Scribe Virgin and the shit she'd do to them if they tried} Fuck no!... but you made the fatal mistake of kissing my female with yours, true {and just like that it's game over for the human cop, handcuffs clattering to the ground and in one fluid movement, I'm right up in the male's grille, his back slammed into the cinder block with inhuman strength, disarmed in a heartbeat, gloved hand wrapped around his throat in a death-grip, scrabbling fingers clawing at the iron choke-hold, eyes bugging out, gagging, air starved as I clap my free palm on the cop's jaw, his head shoved back to expose the taut column of a pounding jugular, fangs punching down on a primal snarl, chest to chest with the male, lips peeled back as I bite down, brutal twin penetrations tearing ragged holes in the human male's neck, a hoarse cry escaping his mouth, my own flooded with the hot, salty spill of crimson lifeblood..holy fuck.. the taste hits like a head-on with an eighteen-wheeler..an echo crashing around inside my skull, an ancient, primal instinct, hammering for attention.. recognising its own Wrath ..Wrath..WRATH?.. What The FUCK?.. lethal canines ripped from the cop's throat, wrenching back to pin the SOB with a penetrating diamond glare, the pupil of my right eye dilated to a fathomless black hole, blood smeared from my lips to the back of my hand on a growl, gloved palm pinning the male to the wall like an insect under a microscope} Who? What the FUCK are you?!! {those hazel eyes pop wide, incredulous, with a whole lot of <<you're asking ME that fucking question??!!>> one hand flying up to cup the gaping wound at his throat, the other gripping like grim-death to the gold crucifix around his neck and he's sucking in air like a goddamned Dyson} <<You.. bit.. me!! Jee..zus, you fucking bit me, you asshole>> {fear darkening the human's face} <<Fuck!!...am I gonna to turn into one of you now?>> {shaking my head slow} No, doesn't work that way, true {the cop pops a brow, voice a gravel pit from the near-strangulation} <<Rabies?>> {barking a hard laugh} No, you fucking idiot..{damn.. if I didn't want to fucking kill this arrogant as all get out human, I might even like his gum-flapping, cocky ass..and just like that the aggression is sucked out of the room, both of us collapsing in near hysterical laughter..I had no fucking idea what I was gonna do with this SOB, but I sure as fuck wasn't gonna kill him until I knew why the King's blood was running through his veins..the little party interrupted by a soft knock, a familiar voice bleeding through the door of the interrogation room, two set of eyes darting in the direction of the words uttered respectfully in the cadence of the Old Language} <<Sire? Master Vishous? Are you within Sire?>> Fritz??
*Hours...goddamned hours, with no sight of V or Butch and the numbers on the clock slowly climbing...1...2...3...4...5...6...another hour and I'll be ashing the place with a supremo bonfire...took me a while to spot the fucking bar-reinforced window in all it's light letting in glory and once spotted, I'd been clock watching like the thing was attached to a nuclear detonator. But, at least I wouldnt be alone when I died. The young, too much chest, not enough ass female who had said my name was one of Rehv's girls, arrested 'cause she tried to take the money some guy owed her for their...time...he called the cops, obviously they believed the asshole and she got banged up with the meth heads and not so pro prostitutes, her tiny body wedged as close to me on the bench as she could get* <<Why you watchin' the time, Tory? You aint gonna get outta here any quicker...a watched clock does not tock...>> *offering her a laugh and dragging my eyes away from the time piece to look into her hollow blue ones, mascara pooled in the corners, her hair floofed to within an inch of it's life and starting to droop...* I need to get out of here, I need to get to @Vishous_unbound...*I need to see my young went unsaid, but they'd been running through my head, my one call going to voicemail in the Penthouse...not surprising since the Chosen Maia had no clue how to use the phone, but I wasn’t hoping she'd be any help getting us out, even with the instructions I left...my last words...'kiss the twins for me'...fuck....*<<Tory? Tory? Where'd ya go? Do not leave me alone with these bitches>> *chipped hot pink nails clicking in front of my face, dragging my mind back to the small, now pretty cramped cell and it's catty inhabitants...head shaking to clear the fog of a drifting mind in a flurry of black waves* I'm here...just thinking...<<Prison Break? Think you can fit me under your shirt and smuggle me out too?>> Kacey, YOU can barely fit under your shirt...*snorting a laugh, fingers raked through mussed, tangled ebony as I stand, needing movement to order the chaos in my head, to...fuck..to plan. But I cant think straight with the heat creeping in with the purple hues of dawn, damn pretty but a little too lethal to be appreciated...fingers wrapping around the bars, forehead pressed to cool iron, I am dry of ideas, a total desert of smarts with an oasis of panic setting in like a mirage on the horizon. And then a break...a tap on my shoulder, short, skeletal, primped and preened like she was entering an Oompa Loompa beauty pageant, her face starting miles under the makeup and almost on eye level with mine*<<That @Vishous_unbound guy? He your pimp? You been talkin' awful fond of him to hussy slut over there, and I need a new handler. Mine's doing some time playing butt monkey in the big lockup>>*Even if English was my first language, I still would have had trouble computing what the fuck she was saying, 'cause she couldnt possibly be asking what I think she's asking...grinding my teeth, jaw clenched tight, biting a tongue that strokes down concealed weapons...fluffing up her hair, shimmying up her bra to display her assets, bright red caked lips open to speak again*<<He gonna come post your bail? Gonna pick ya up? 'Cause I'll do whatever to get back in someone's pocket. I'm a damn good earner.>>*My answer? A fist in knotted back-combed hair, yanking her head and hurling the light-weight, barely there female like a rag doll into the opposite wall, crumpling a skin bag of whimpering bones to the floor, snarling ivory daggers quickly hidden behind tight lips as the human starts up a wailing scream for an officer and three burly women barrel in, led to drag my hands between the bars and re-apply the cuffs by the bitch's bony finger trembling in my direction...a small voice piping up from under now bedraggled mousy locks*<<Aw fuck Tory, now I gotta wait alone 'til I get picked up?>> Sorry Kace, Xhex will be here soon though right? Rehv never leaves you guys in here for long...*ordered out the cell's doors, I am restrained, caged in by brick shithouses on three sides, and guided down, passing offices, barred doors, the sunburn flush just starting to colour my skin cooling as windows disappear to walls and only flourescent lights illuminate the hallway*<<You cant play nice with others, you stay here, someone will come and get you when you're free to go, if Sweetie doesnt press charges for assault>>*My 'awww fuck' is met by a closed door, shut into the light tight space with its small cot and metal toilet..much better accommodations, more private, less likely to make me combust once that sun has risen, less likely I'll kill someone in a peak of possessive fury...flopping out on the single bed, ankles crossed, arms under my head, the weight of daylight pulls heavy on nocturnal eyelids, my body clock confused by my wakefulness and demanding I sleep...dream...reaching out for @Vishous_unbound I surrender to the oblivion, if only for a few....FUCK! The knock is soft but jerks me upright in a bared hiss of fully elongated fangs, sleep blurring eyes I'd only just rested, disoriented by blank walls and the haze of dreams, voice broken, rough with the heat of subconscious images* Yeah? *silly Tory, why are you answering? They know you're in here..but no female voice responds, only the soft familiar tones of..Fritz? Hands planted to the door, the lock clicks and pure silver white hair greets a smile fang filled..until emerald eyes fall to the gurneyed body bag..Oh Fuck...no..Vishous?!!*
{Props to the old doggen, true. Fritz was every bit the warrior the Brothers were, except his MO was to blindside you with his impeccable credentials, before dealing you the fatal blow with that charm offensive of his. Not that the doggen didn't keep a neat little .40 pistol tucked away in that pristine, black worsted wool suit, and if it came down to the wire he was a highly skilled marksman, but there was no call for weapons today, no, Fritz had single handedly achieved what none of the brothers could have, least not without leaving a trail of bloody carnage in their wake. The doggen had infiltrated the Caldwell police department in the guise of chief undertaker for the esteemed Perlmutter & Bros Funeral Parlor, here on business to tend the recently deceased unfortunates brought in by those fine and upstanding officers of the CPD, casually wheeling his lead-lined bodybags through the grimy corridors of the station without a second glance from a single member of the human staff. And I was one grateful fucking SOB, sliding my shitkickers into the base of one unzipped bag, throwing a last look at the cop, slumped in a corner of the interrogation room, dead to the world in a hypnosis induced coma..perhaps I should have scrubbed his memories better and Wrath would be handing me my ass for it later, but the overriding imperative was getting to Tory. Besides, I figured if the cop started shooting his mouth off about vampires in Caldwell..well..career suicide for a homicide detective true. When he woke, the cop would be losing his shit, thinking he was going the way of his crazy mom, Odell O'Neal, whose stories nobody believed. Laying back slow, settling the massive dimensions of my frame into the tight confines of the body bag, the irony not lost on me that I'd threatened the cop with the same fate not twenty four hours ago...so many thoughts churning my grey matter, not least the carefully walled up terror that we were too late for Tory, refusing to even entertain that thought until Fritz is yanking the zipper on the body bag, metal teeth sealing me into claustrophobic darkness... and that when the loss of control hits...FUCK ME!! I can't fucking breathe, limbs pinned to my sides, air circulating across hot, panicked skin..utter, suffocating blackness..where does the oxygen get in?...Christ, I'm gonna lose my shit in here.. recalling that leather mask in my collection, the one I'd never had the balls to use, the fact it terrified me reason enough to own the thing..vaguely aware I'm being moved...the trundling of wheels beneath me..mental hypoxia, panic setting in..totally fucking vulnerable..all it would take is one asshole deciding to inspect the contents of Fritz's cargo and I'm reduced to a scorched and smoking smear of sun-roasted vampire...FUCK!!!!...that image and all I can picture is Tory facing the sun alone...Oh God.. stamping down the terror that steals the precious oxygen from my lungs...Be. Fucking. Alive Tory}
*His hair the brightest thing in the damn room, a shock of white peering around the door with a wide smile, I would have been ecstatic to see him under any other circumstance, and I am...but the dark shadow raining on my happiness is a warrior sized body bag set up on a gurney...the black plastic sheened under the fluorescent lights and...moving...? The doggen doesnt stand a chance, knocked into the metal door by a dart of frantic female, I would have leaped him if I wasnt sure my legs would give...please..fuck..please dont be a bag of ash.. God where had they put him? Had the dawn reached him? It's rays are threatening to permeate concrete and brick, trying to reach with UV fingers and incinerate us, a death beam...a shaft of sunlight and we'll be suffering third degree burns...two...and it wont be long before we actually are ash...fuck...dont be ash, dont be dead...scrabbling, my fingers are a fumbling mess at the zipper of the thick black material, Fritz gently easing my hands from the bag and drawing the zip down clicking metal teeth, parting...revealing....I think I fall one minute standing a little shaky with dread, the next raining assaults of rough kisses to the panicking pale of V's face ..fuck...what did they do to you? The words whispered between the hard kisses, trying to ease the...terror?...on your face with my touch hands slipped into V's hair, a macabre sight to any onlooker, but the hallways are empty as I bask in his presence, the lost half of my body, half of my soul, throat tight, barely breathing feeling slowly pieced back together with each kiss reaffirming life half flung onto the gurney like I can fit into that damn bag with Vishous, a blanket of midnight and porcelain* Fuck..you're alive
{We've stopped..fuck, why have we stopped? Muffled, indecernible voices leaking through the hermetic seals of the bodybag.. and then I hear the unmistakable metallic rasp of a zipper..Motherfucker..a horrifying cocktail of terror and rage rising up my chest..torquing in the straight-jacket bondage of the bag, if this is it..if this is my time, then sure as fuck whatever cocksucker was opening me up to the sun was going down with me...and then I'm sucking in great gasps of air like a landed fish, light flooding over me, blinding sensitized retinas that slowly come into focus...and sweet Fuck! I haven't seen a dawn in three centuries, but damn, the sight of Tory is just about the most incredible thing I've ever laid eyes on, what it must feel like to have the sun on your face and still not burn, and yeah, so maybe the brain hypoxia was turning me into a fucking sap..but fuck, I've never felt so alive, grasping fistfuls of her hair to drag her mouth to mine, all but hauling her inside the damn body bag with me, ravaging her mouth with air-starved desperate kisses} Thank fuck Tory...you're alive!!
I'm alive, you're alive...we're alive... *murmuring grateful kisses to V’s mouth, slung over his body in an attempt to wriggle into that tight bag, and V is helping the sitch, hauling me closer, welding me to muscular lines....until a soft cough clears a polite throat on a gentle chuckle, Fritz's voice sounding through the haze of relief and separating V from my lips, gasping at air* <<Miss Tory, I fear the bags are not double, so Master Vishous can not share his, but I have yours right here. You won’t be far>>*His smile is all gentleness as a slow gesture indicates the flat black zipped material beside V and I force a necessary separation sure to hurt far worse than any sunburn, squeezing V’s hand and vaulting up on his opposite side in a fluent move that lays me in the quickly opened bag and Fritz sets to closing me in, my eyes locked to V until I am blacked out and my world disappears to darkness, soothing, my air limited to shallow breaths that don’t hide the closing of the second bag...V's growl unmistakable even in the muffled confines...and then we're moving before my lips can utter a reassurance trundling down twists and turns, a surreal journey of blind movement jostling me in a vibrating rumble of wheels, Fritz's voice every so often seeping through with a 'Morning Sire' as he works his way through the station, every sound catalogued, weighed up for a threat by the half of my brain that actually fights not thinking about Vishous, the logical warrior side that preps for a sunlight battle if needs be...Drowning...it's like drowning, in complete darkness, sounds foggy, dim, the feeling of spiralling underground, instincts calming as the raging heat of the sun diminishes, the threat receding the further down we get...hollow sounds, the clack of the wheels changing, billowing out in an echo of movement....an underground garage? I fucking hope Fritz has a damn sun-tight bat mobile down here cause even tinted windows wouldn’t stop the sun...we'd burn...as we roll to a stop, I am already fumbling to get to Vishous, nails clawing at the zipper tracks, but of course no one is supposed to get out from the inside of one of these damn things, futile to try, I guess....and dim light floods eyes that blink rapidly up at a dark concrete ceiling, the black sides falling apart to the sitting motion of trapped curves, brushing back hair mussed from static, lips falling open on an incredulous laugh, emerald eyes meeting Fritz's dancing ones* No way....*The dead charade doesn’t stop with the body bags...awaiting, parked perfectly in a large bay was a double wide sleek obsidian hearse, glittering like the Grim Reapers ride under the sickly cast of low lights...and mahogany shimmers in the cave of lush satin lining, curtains drawn in hues of red silk to conceal....fuck....Vishous and I would be going home in....coffins?*
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